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Warning! This is a slight spoiler chapter and may be from here on.
Chapter 37
"Bianca, Beatrice, have you seen Kyle or Jen?" Raoul asked the girl at supper.
"No, I haven't seen Jen since she released me from that cell," Bianca frowned.
"Kyle promised me that he would meet me during supper, but supper is nearly over," Raoul frowned. "I'm beginning to think that something has happened to them."
"I'll ask a new friend of mine if he's heard anything, after supper is over. He might have an idea of what has happened to Jen and Kyle," Bianca replied softly.
"In the mean time, don't tell anyone that they are missing, it could cause… problems," Beatrice bit her lip thoughtfully.
--Plop--
Two bodies suddenly appeared a foot above the ground and landed with a thud, breaking a mage's concentration, "Urgh! More luarin!"
"Hm…" the smaller of the two forms began to stir, and the lady mage huffed at the indignity of it all! Two lurains falling right next to her and breaking her peaceful meditation. "Ow!" the smaller form groaned in pain and managed to crawl from beneath the larger form.
"Girl, why have you interrupted my meditation?!!"
"Huh? Where are we? Kyle!" the girl turned to the body of her still motionless friend. She quickly placed a finger on the vain in his wrist and sighed in relief when she felt his heartbeat. Now, turning back to the lady mage, "Um, sorry about that. We were attacked by this evil mage and he sent us here. My name is Jen and this muscle is Kyle. So, um, could you happen to tell me where we are?"
"You're in the Copper Isles," the raka lady mage glowered at both the girl and the unconscious bit. "I am Ochobu, mage for…"
"… The two ladies of the Balitang House," Jen sighed tiredly. When Ochobu stared at Jen in surprise, Jen quickly held up her hands, "Look, it's nothing new to me; I'm just Kyprioth's messenger in Tortall! Kyle over there belongs Mithros."
"And I am supposed to believe a luarin?" Ochobu growled.
"Your god has a deranged sense of humor, so much that he masquerades as my 'Uncle Kypri' in Tortall. If you don't believe me, then I would like to speak with Aly or Nawat."
"You speak of things and people that you should have no knowledge of!" Ochobu snarled.
"What do you expect; I'm not from your happy little world!" Jen glared right back at Ochobu, "You may be of great use to the Balitang family, but that does not mean that I have to like you. I may respect you for your past deeds, but I do not like you."
"Well I never!" Ochobu seemed to turn purple.
"Hello! Who are you that speak Aly's and my name?" a boy stepped out, seemingly from nowhere.
"Oh, you must be Nawat. Pleasure to make your acquaintance, crow-man. My name is Jen, and I work for the one your kindred have a wager with. He kinda made me his pawn in Tortall. I kinda hope it won't be too much trouble if you could either bring Aly here or help me carry my friend, Kyle, to her? It's really much easier to explain everything once."
"You don't like the mage lady, do you?" Nawat grinned knowingly.
"No, I do not. She reminds me of all those overly harsh school teachers from my world that would rather children be seen and not heard. They did terrible things to those children…" Jen looked up weakly at him.
"She reminds you of a tyrant?" Nawat frowned.
"Yes, that's the basic explanation," Jen sighed.
"So, you take one arm and I'll take the other, and off to Aly we go!" Nawat laughed merrily as he took Kyle's left.
"Nawat, just so you know, Kyle belongs to Mithros, as you, Aly, and I belong to Kyprioth."
"That is interesting," Nawat smiled as Jen took Kyle's right. Together they lifted Kyle's large mass off of the ground and together, began making their way towards a goat pasture.
Hey everyone, I'm sorry for taking so long on the update. I had homework, then I had writers block, and then I found out that I had to re-read Trickster's Choice! That and I've been spending more time with a few of my friends. Now if only I could get them all together... Sigh, well, I had more for this chapter, but for some freak reason, my computer seems to have eaten part of my work. Oh well, at least it was a part that I didn't like.